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Life is back on path, after an aftermath of the fight of me vs me. It’s strange, but I’m fine; it’s just how we climb. It brings a moment of joy when Jack meets Joy, a calm so rare, like the stillness of air. It’s a sweetness complete, like her lips—a treat.

Just a confused person, or maybe a restless mind, It might be the mind, but I know the person is kind. And honestly, I don’t really mind, Because life’s a race— We all run at our own separate pace. Or maybe it’s a cage, where we hide our rage. Is it the experiences we’ve gathered, That shaped the way we’re now scattered? Once a fine student, now a master procrastinator, Didn’t we all use to dream of being greater? But as they say, experiences shape our lives, It’s fine, though, till the struggle survives. We carry the weight of what others plant in our heads, When all we want is a soul to hear what’s unsaid. To ask, “How do you feel? How was your day?” But do we find that person? No, not today. Yet, is it the end of us? Hell no! Are these just random thoughts? Yeah, so? Will I share them anyway? HELL YEAH!

This story is a sequel of Who Killed Nadal?  so read that story first if you haven't read that. Now enjoy the part 4 of it :) A few days before meeting him, Alex and Emma went out to grab some coffee. On their way to the coffee shop, she told Alex that she liked him, and to her surprise, Alex also liked her and said, “I like you too, Emma.” As they reached the coffee shop, Alex saw the same Lamborghini parked near the café but kept it unnoticed. However, Emma, after watching the car, acted a bit weird as she said, “Let’s go to another café.” Alex was confused because it was Emma’s favorite café, and she never refused to go there. He knew something was wrong and Emma was hiding something, but he didn’t ask her at that moment as it was not the right time to ask her. However, later when he came back home, he knew he had got some new dots connected. The next day, he called Mark, the current owner of the Lamborghini, and asked him to come to his house tomorrow, to which Mark agreed. T...

This story is a sequel of the story  Uncovering the Nadal’s story  so read that story first if you haven't read that. Now enjoy the part 3 of it :) On his way to find the killer, Alex meets Emma, his high school friend. They met after a decade, and as they met, Alex felt a distinctive charm on her face. He was amazed. Alex had never encountered this kind of feeling before. He knew that she was also a common friend of Nadal, so he told the story to Emma, and she was shocked after hearing about the death of Nadal. She asked Alex, “What was the cause?” Alex said, “He was murdered.” “Murdered?” Emma said in a loud voice. “Who’s the killer?” Alex replied, “I’m still finding the clues to reach the freaking killer.” Emma asked, “Can I join you?” Alex saw and thought for a moment and said, “Yes.” Emma had a wide smile on her face. Now, both Alex and Emma were finding clues day and night, and there indeed wasn’t just one clue that the murderer could have left. But days passed, ...

This story is a sequel of the story  Whispers In The Dark  so read that story first if you haven't read that. Now enjoy the part 2 of it :) Alex was determined to find Nadal’s killers, yet the forensic report was frustratingly vague—it didn’t confirm whether Nadal’s death was suicide or murder. But as the investigation deepened, clues began to surface, each one casting more doubt. It soon became undeniable: Nadal’s death was a murder. Now, the only question was, who could have done it? As Alex and Nia dug deeper, another name surfaced: Marshall. It was a name they hadn’t considered, but it seemed to follow them at every turn, woven into the threads of the investigation.  The name Marshall haunted Alex, refusing to leave his mind. He didn’t know much about him—just that Marshall had once been close to Liam and was known for keeping to himself, rarely getting involved in their circle’s activities. But with Nadal’s death confirmed as murder, Alex couldn’t ignore this new lea...

Alex always thought dreams were just dreams, but this one felt different. It was the same every night. Nadal, his best friend who had died mysteriously, stood at the edge of a dark, narrow alley. His eyes were wide, full of fear and urgency. He stretched his hand out toward Alex and whispered, “Find the truth.” Then he vanished, leaving Alex alone in the dark. These dreams wouldn’t let him rest, so he finally confided in Nia, a close friend who knew Nadal well. “It’s just your mind playing tricks,” she said at first. But when she saw the seriousness in Alex’s eyes, she hesitated. “Maybe we should look into it.” They started by going through old memories—photos, texts, and places where they’d spent time together. One night, Alex found a crumpled note in an old book Nadal had given him. The note read, “Be careful who you trust. The truth hides in plain sight.” It wasn’t signed, but Alex knew Nadal’s handwriting. Their search brought them to Liam. He had been part of their group, alway...